The Immaculate Conception

Alex and Joachim had always wanted to keep a journal. They tried many times, each resulting in failure. After so much frustration, they decided it would never be.
One night the angel Google came to Alex in a dream. The angel said onto him "Do not be afraid. I come onto to you so that you may rejoice. The Internet has decided that you, child, shall have His journal and you shall call it Blog."
At first, Joachim could not understand why Alex was writing. Joachim beat Alex heavily until the angel Google returned and explained the Internet's wishes. Joachim stuttered, searching for an apology, but before he could speak fire reigned down upon him, cooking him and evaporating his bodily fluids to the degree at which remained only a pillar of salt.
Alex thanked Google and asked of the Internet's intentions for Blog. "Blog," said the angel, "will be pure and true in every sense. He will always and forever be exactly what you want him to say. Go forth and give birth to Him and let Him always be your uncensored expression." And the angel Google vanished.
After filling out the sign up box Alex gave birth to Blog over a set of crisp, white keys. The newborn babe was ugly, but Alex had always heard that newborn baby's just are. He wrapped the child in parody and sealed it with that terrible pun. Three wise men came, but Alex was tired so the wise men decided to come back later and went out on the town. They each drank far too much and ended up in the police station overnight.
Were they really so wise after all?
I believe the moral of the story is: when the Internet gives you a link, you click it, no matter what.